The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-12-15

.WOulQ SOuuu Oh Lu0 Walk tudG 16Q UO-bll0
area, nl1 as:regularly it would be heard,
"a few minutes before 10, departing Her
sonly other guests were her sisters, who
came but seldom, and then, by an anus
i ing chance, always upon the alternate
evenings; but no loud noises or boisterous
s laughing ever disturbed the house; indeed,
beyond a subdued murmur of voices,
which might be heard in the pantry adj
joining; the htcheR, there was no noiseat
all. '----->----->>-.--- -
One evening when Tilda had been
Sdomesticated about a month, Mrs. Loring
went into the Kitchen to prepare some.
thing for one Of the children, who was all
ing. Tilda's stfran," Nicholas by name,
was. there, and Mrs. Loring, who always
felt a Kindly interest in the affairs Of her
servants, noticed him somewhat closely.
To her quiet s.good evening" he responded
respectfully, but without any of the
ss,sheepishness" which Mrs. Loring had
observed, on occasions like the present, in
the men who had sskept company" with
her other servants. he was large, well
built fellow, with q strong, honest face,
and as Mrs. Loring went upstairs she felt
little of the pleasure that all true women
feel in the thought that another woman,
however humble, is to be cared for by
man who will do it worthily pleasure
{ not entirely obIterated by the more selfish
mental query which would obtrude as to
whether she would be getting married
Just as she became well wonted to the
work.
- & hope it will prove q long courtship, >"
! she said, half aloud, as she reached the
nursery, where other things soon drove
4 the subject from her thoughts.
Two or three months passed. Nicholas
continued his visits, but Mrs. Loring, with
the exception Of two glimpses as hurried
= as the first, did not see him again. One
morning in the early spring, when Tlda
had been nearly four months with her,
Mrs. Loring noticed that she looked sullen
/, and dull, and that her eyes were swollen
as If from crying; but she avoided re-
marking upon it, thinking that the kinder
way, and hoping that the mood would soon
give way to a happier one. But days
passed and the change did not come.
Tilda was civil and did her work fairly
well, but she "glulumed around" without
smile, and the traces Of tears were often
visible. So a week went by, when 1t sud-
denly occurred to Mrs Loring that she
had not heard Nicholas coming and going
for some days-and two and two instantly
became four. ga lovers quarrel" she
thought; tsI'll seeif can help matters"
So that evening when the work was fin
Eished she went to the kitchen. Tilda was
sewing, but her eyes were red and wet.
Mrs. Loring always respected her SER
wants, and her intuitions were as true, If
different, In approaching them On sub
iect sacred to themselves as they would
have been in q similar interview with
social equal, SO that in few moments
Tilda's heart was won, and she was pour
ing it out unreseryedly.
sHe> ,hev gone back er Swaden,n she
said, wiping her eyes. Then in an instant:
ssHe told suld go longer wild EN-; but I
5 kenenty yus now. Mar seesters dey all
hare, and mar yoonges seester see heyenty
been long away fom Swaden. Ikenenty
leey hare right avay.n
Butt said Mrs. Loring, The isn't
angry? He will come backY'
aOh, yaas; fen EN- fader veil, he com.
Yaas', with pretty conscious pride in
her eye, and q little straightening), he
com back, but mebbe it be Longer time
'Em fader pretty mush seek, and em
moder ees ole. kenenty tal." And she
cried again. But it had done her good to
unburden her heart, and Mrs. Loring was
q kind! comforter, and reminded her how
quickly time flew, and how nice his let
ters would be, and the interview ended.
Nearly year passed. Twice every
month (which was often for q man tc
whom letter was doubtless q serious
undertaking) a letter came to Tilda from
Sweden, addressed to Mr.. Loring's care,
and Tilda herself had long ago regained
her cheerfulness. In the meantime she had
crown quite intimate with the cook next
door, and went with her to church Sun
day evenings. One evening as they chatted
"a minute in the area, Mrs. Lorfng noticed
q mans voice, and wondering If Nicholas
had returned, looked out as he walked
aWays ut was bright moonlghD; but it
was much smaller man. She heard tho
same voice ence or twice again, but gave
: the matter no thought, supposing, so far
( as it had place in her mind at all, that the
man was the next door girls friend. But
! one evening he came in, and she could
hear his voice as he went around to the
back door. 1t was peculiarly rasping and
harsh, and as the house happened to be
I. otherwise unusually quiet, she could dis
tinctly hear it in the distance from the
. kitchen for an hour before he finally took
his leave. She had by this time grown
quite attached to Tilda, and she instinc-
lively feared trouble. "I'l wait and see,n
she said. She was accordingly somewhat
on the alert, and at the end Of two weeks
was sure that he had spent three evenings
with Tilda. So she determined on an in
terziew AS before, she waited until
Tilda was at leisure ar alone, and then
went to her, armed for var, but wary.
ssYou have had several visits f1om q
new friend lately, Tilda," she said, with
pleasant smile; ssis he relation?
Tilda looked conscious, and crimped her
apron hem uncomfortably. 1t was a mo-
ment before she spoke: sDas been yoong
man com sometime hare, but dey's good
man; dey's all time to de shursh."
AS the Swedish church was notoriously
the one common place Of meeting Of al
the young working people of that nation
in the city, Mrs. Loring had her doubts
as to the singleness Of motive which In
fuenced the young mans devotion to the
sanctuary; but she kept this question OF
casuistry to herself, and also withheld
any comment upon Tilda's ignoring OF
her question as to relationship, and aimed
directly at the point of what she came to
say.
ST have no fault to find with the young
man, Tilda, but was thinking of that
{ nice lover of yours in Sweden. You
mustn't forget him."
Tilda laughed "Oh, das a.l right,
Meesis Lo'ing," she said, ''yoong gels
must hev sometime lettle foon. He'll
trus' me''-with little head toss. "Das
all rights
Mrs. Loring looked and felt doubtful,
but she remembered the many girls in her
own circle who also had IA lettle foon,"
and feeling, like the Vicar Of Wakefield,
"tired of being always wise" threw out